-Tamara's P. O. V.-
His question took me off guard. Was I still afraid of him?
Surprisingly - No.
I'm not sure why, though. My clear judgment tells me that I should be wary around him, but somehow I'm acting completely irrational. Alright, going to his office was necessary. But why the hell did I engage in the conversation with him over dinner?! Why did I acknowledge his presence in any way?! That one definitely returned to bite my ass.
And then I went with him. Again willingly. What the f**k was happening to me? Did the cold northern breeze freeze all my working brain cells? Probably.
Yet, here we are, standing again in front of each other, alone. And it isn't as awkward as it was before.
"No, I'm not. Are you?" - I asked finally and that Bastard only smirked.
"Depends on how
